My name is Sion…Not like the car I’m like the humanThe one that spits so many verses I make dry climates humidOne of God’s only children One of God’s only children that was plagued by board gamesElectronic battleship was my best friend but we didn’t know each other’s namesAs a kid, I sat and I napped upon the lap of luxuryMy life was far from hard knocksI used to smoke fraggle rocks And walk the streets of SesameI grew up with thoughts of internal mind expansionThat’s why I surround myself with my intellectual companionsThink outside of the locked box and no I’ll ever open it7 out of 10 chance I’ll get struck down like other bowling pinsSo for now it’ll stay locked and I’ll walk around in purgatoryObserving the wording and learning humanity’s journeyThe planet turning so earthly I extract the facts worth servingQuestion reality and finality like with a passion always yearningSo I’ll make love to similar thoughts that I consider worthy

My First name is Matthew…I’m a (M)asterOf (A)rtBreaking through double (T) walls With a (HEW) of greatnessI’m here to manipulate emotions out of your heart onto your facesMatthew’s a little formal but you all can call me SionTo find me I’ll be the only dude at my funeral with a better tie onBut wait, I ran through my finish timeline and told you how the story will endLet me backtrack my writing and tell you how it all begangod caught yellow fever and e-mailed my parents the color blueThey marked it as red; then it was saidThat pigment came into their viewMy parents painted me into existence, and when they finished designing my heart I crawled off from their tan canvas and soon I began to walkI walked to the nearest keyboard and began typing my plansOf how poetry would shape my life like wind storms shape the sandsAs my thoughts were gaining speed My fingers began to bleed Like lightning each key striking and my words blew up the computer screen

I walked to the nearest keyboard and began typing my plansOf how poetry would shape my life like wind storms shape the sandsAs my thoughts were gaining speed My fingers began to bleed Like lightning each key striking and my words blew up the computer screenMy words remained on the shards of glass so ingested them with a quicknessMy parents rushed me to the hospital so they could diagnose my sicknessThey told me that any poems I write would contain eloquence and heartAnd I can plug into social outlets and my mind could decipher the sparksBut from all the ingested glass my mind would begin to changeAs my thoughts produced the words my tongue would create the nail and frameSo you can hang my poems in the dark recesses of your brain

And I will…Enter your hearts to release the painTear through the bark that encases the veinsGive a c-section to the clouds to relinquish the rainBecause my soul is on fire like a lion's mane of butaneAnd just like Michelango would stare at an empty ceilingI’ll paint my words to your cerebrum to create a penny for my feelingsWhen I returned from the hospital, I went to sleep for years to dreamOf how poetry would unfold my life like origami creates the seams

But as I.. Walk through the valleys of the shadows of the menWho took poetry for granted to put seven digits at the endI treat my words like spare change and I make donations dailyYou can call me obese brightness here to cancel out the Slim ShadysFor when the day arrives that death holds my words within its shacklesIt’ll be just like installing smoke alarms on the Sistine ChapelPeople say that hate’s a strong word well so is LoveAnd I’m just a tourist on this planet earth and I have no seen enoughI’m just a poet on this planet earth and I have not said enoughMy name is SionAnd I’ve arrived from the skyTo blow your heads up…